Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Of course, Miss Delacour, will you come first, okay?" Mr. Ollivander said as he walked to the clearing in the middle of the room, ready to check the wand.

"Okay, sir."

Fleur Delacour walked to Mr. Ollivander lightly and handed him his wand.

"Um..." he said.

Like playing with a baton, he made the wand spin between his slender fingers, and the wand sprayed many pink and gold sparks.Then he put his wand close to his eyes again, holding it carefully.

"Yes," he said softly, "nine and a half inches... strong... made of maple... it contains... oh my god..."

"It contains a piece of Veela's hair," Fleur said. "It's my grandma's hair."

"Yes," Mr. Ollivander said, "Yes, of course, I have never used Veeva hair myself. I think a wand made of Veeva hair is too sensitive and capricious... But everyone I have my own hobby, since it is suitable for you..."

Mr. Ollivander stroked the wand with his fingers, apparently checking it for scratches and bruises.Then he whispered: "The orchid is in full bloom!" A bunch of flowers bloomed on the head of the wand.

"Very good, very good, in good condition," Mr. Ollivander said, gathering the flowers and handing them to Fleur with the wand. "Mr. Malfoy, it's your turn."

Malfoy walked over and handed his wand to Ollivander.

"Let me see." Ollivander closed his eyes and thought for a while, "This should be my work, ten inches, hawthorn, unicorn hair, right?" Ollivander then opened his eyes. , Rubbing the wand lightly with his hand, and flicking it lightly with his finger, making a slight tremor and a few crisp sounds. "I still remember that you gave me a big surprise, right, Mr. Malfoy ?"

Without waiting for Malfoy to reply, Ollivander waved his wand on his own, murmuring to himself: "The wind is rising!"

Suddenly a small hurricane blew up in the originally quiet room, causing chaos. The portraits hanging around the walls were blown torsion by the wind and almost fell off. The parchment paper on the table was blown everywhere. , And some even floated to the ceiling.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I'm back!" Ollivander waved his magic wand again, and then the scattered parchment returned to its original position neatly.

"Very well maintained, Mr. Malfoy, the wand is the wizard's second life, and I hope you can continue to love it in the future." Ollivander handed the wand back.

"Thank you for your advice." Malfoy responded politely and took the wand over.

"Doesn’t Ron have already lost his life, according to that?" Harry thought about it in a haphazard manner. He still remembered that his good friend had broken his wand once. It was in the second grade. Flew to school with Mr. Weasley’s car.

Then Ollivander inspected Krum's wand-hornbeam, containing the dragon's heart tendon cord, which was much thicker than ordinary wands.

Different wandmakers have different styles. The work of this wand maker named Grigovich looks quite hardcore. Perhaps it can be said that the wizards in the cold zone are due to weather and geography. , Formed a slightly aggressive folk customs and aggressive habits, so the style of the wand is also rougher.

"Flock of birds!" Ollivander tried the same.

The wand of the hornbeam made a loud bang, like a pistol fire, a flock of birds flew out from the head of the wand with flapping wings, and flew into the faint sunlight from the open window.

"Very well," Mr. Ollivander said, and handed the wand back to Krum. "There is one last...Mr. Potter."

"Mr. Potter, it's your turn..." Ollivander's voice pulled Harry back to reality.

"Okay, okay." Harry returned to his senses, walked up to the wand master, and handed his wand to him.

"Twin cores.

After going through the same process, the four warriors' wands were finally tested.

"Can I go?" Furong asked, as if there was something urgent.

Gabriel was still in the carriage at this time, and Furong felt that she should accompany her more.

Her sister came to Hogwarts this time and should have come as a family member. Gabrielle is not yet eleven and cannot enroll in Boothbarton.

This leads to a problem, Gabriel's life will become very boring.

Whether it is Boothbatten or Durmstrang, the two schools that are not competing at home will actually encounter many inconveniences. For example, the students who come with the team will not all become warriors, and the places are limited. , And their schoolwork problem is the first problem to be solved.

Durmstrang's solution to this was simple and rude. As long as the students who came with the team had made up their lessons before, these students had a little hard work last holiday.

Boothbarton’s solution was more gentle. Mrs. Maxim had negotiated with Dumbledore earlier, and the students she brought could join the class with Hogwarts students. There is no delay in coming to school, and you can learn some of the advantages of British magic education

In this regard, Dumbledore is also welcome.

But then, Gabriel’s poor sister would be very boring.

She can't even get to the first grade.

Just when Furong was about to leave, Bagman said excitedly: "Warriors may need to delay some time. Don't you want to leave some precious images of yourself before this event?"

"I want to take a picture?" Furong repeated, subconsciously fiddled with her long hair like a waterfall, revealing her white teeth, and smiled subconsciously by the way.Practiced.

As a woman who pays great attention to her image, Furong wants to make sure that she is the perfect moment when she appears in any photo.

"Yes, taking pictures, I think several principals would be very happy too?" Ludo said.

At this time, Karkaroff had begun to tidy up his goatee to make it look smoother, and Mrs. Maxim immediately took care of her hairstyle to make them look as smooth as possible, even Deng Blido also pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose to make it look as correct as possible.

But in the end it took the reporter a lot of effort to take pictures, because Mrs. Maxim's figure was too tall, and she would block a few people almost no matter how she took the picture.

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